Sometimes I talk like a turnstile when I have had too much to drink A tangled tongue like English Ivy Just like a film dubbed out of sync The phone is ringing in the guest room A muffled voice on the machine It's either someone I don't want to talk to Or someone selling what I don't need 'Cause I'm waiting for you to come on home Sometimes I fall in fits of laughter My bottle shatters on the floor And you apologize profusely for the drunkard on your arm And I'll change, love, change, love Change for you Cause even slurred words can contain some truth I'll change, love, change, love Change for you When I am ready to